Greatwater Lake Great Balls of Fire

Just as he stumbed backward from the decaying skull, thunderous paws approached and he looked up to see a massive white brute snarling at him. "What the fuck" he muttered loudly and stood up his fur bristling as he eyed the brute who stood before him with hostility. Not one to hold anything back and not intelligent enough to realize that bluntness was totally not the right way to go here, he spoke unabashed "Chill dude. I was just checking out the nasty head on the borders. Pretty gnarly if you ask me, what kind of pack does this?" he spoke quickly and didn't show any signs of the nervousness that he felt rising in his throat.

While he tried to avoid fighting for the most part, he did occasionally like to engage in battle. It seemed that this could easily go toward a fight, and Regan found himself hoping that they would tussle. He coud go for a few new scars, and he'd like to see just how many scars he could place upon this brute's white pelt.